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3.00 am thoughts

I exploit verse as a way of dealing with thoughts
as I grew older with them.
And at 3.00 am sharp it pops out of nowhere
Pretty good time for a confession?
It chokes, vomit and sometimes faint.
The 3 o'clock IST makes me think about the many times I was silent,
to those caring looks of my very own strangers,
and the many times I could have punched their noses.
The very first time we kicked the vigilant fingers of a well mannered,
and the nearby aunt's 'feminist terrorists' hashtag which made us celebrities.
My friend once told me he's not ok with his uncle's cuddles,
I'm so sorry the UKG brain couldn't think any harder
and you little butterfly deserved way better wings.
Fourth grader, reading fifth news on prey-hunter-god relation,
literally made me sick.
Used to pray for the cerebrum to function normally
unless your normal seems pretty close to fine,
also you know it is never going to reach there.
So I take a thought and give it an amnesia,
hold on there are metaphors ! 



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